Phosphorescent Plankton: A Poem

 a poem I wrote on the airplane back from Sacramento, 9/5/2021

I always think of phosphorescent plankton

when I fly at night,

the shimmering strands slipping by underfoot,

glimmers of light in backness, threads

of silver stardust stitched through the night.

White for thoroughfares,

soft orange for neighborhoods,

glaring points for baseball fields

and sparkling highway arteries:

they glimmer and shimmer and seethe 

beneath my flight,

rolling out a carpet for possibility

and change.

And I feel I can do anything,

be anything,

among the phosphorescent plankton of the night.

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